This drawing was made from the story I've written involving Miso which you can read below! The art was by DatBlangry!

This story involves a few types of vore, there's a list at the bottom if you don't want it to be spoiled!

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Kato couldn’t believe his luck; the door was open, it was like an invitation for him to burglarize the place! People could be so careless, leaving windows open or ‘hiding’ keys in places that ‘no one would think to look’ like under a stone or the welcome mat. Kato didn’t mind this; it just made his job as a cat burglar even easier... well he was more of a human burglar really but he was a stealthy and light on his feet as a cat, at least that’s what he’d tell himself; even his name was almost ‘cat’! Granted it wasn’t his real name but he felt it lent an air of mystery and roguish romanticism to him and his work.

The human burglar eventually managed to stop thinking about himself and moved silently closer to the house; there was not a single light on and it was almost as quiet as the grave; only a soft occasional rumble he put down to a heating system; what a waste! The heating was on, no one was home and the door was open leading the warmth out! Kato disliked wastefulness; people were so careless; he was really doing them a favour taking their things and making better use of them for sure.

He moves silently through the open doorway, careful to not move it too much. The rumbling is louder and coming from a closed room Kato assumes is the living room. Deciding to investigate the only noise in the house to make sure the coast was truly clear, he opens the door gingerly. The door moves easily for a foot or two before it creaks and becomes slightly harder to open.

Kato pauses and peeks through the gap, the rumbling now louder than ever and sounding like it could be coming from the room above him. He wonders if his already dark-accustomed eyes are deceiving him; the room seemed to be almost bare.

A chill runs up Kato’s spine, he envisions another burglar having already turning this place over and not appreciating someone else barging in on their quick grab. He realizes there is no heating on in the house and how cold it seemed.
He pushes the door further with some help from his shoulder and notices that the room wasn’t bare; there was a single sofa off to the left and chairs and some tables all stacked neatly against the right wall... were the owners going to move or sell all this stuff?

The rumbling comes again just overhead, louder and with a wetter quality Kato hadn’t been hearing before.

The door creaks again and Kato looks up, the last thing he sees are snapshots of that single moment as it went by so fast; he saw a lady cat perched on the door staring down at him over a large stomach, the navel looking in the darkness like an endless tunnel.

This illusionary tunnel is swapped for a much realer tunnel as the next and last thing Kato sees is the lady dropping towards him, her feet going past on either side of his vision, leading up her inner thighs to under a small skirt and into darkness.

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The agile cat landed only slightly heavily a second later with her new, second meal already partially inside of her, the intrusion in her bowels causing her already stuffed stomach to shift and ripple; it seemed the unexpected guest was causing a disturbance with the original home owner she had previously swallowed down.

Miso closes the living room door somewhat with her tail as she turns, Kato’s lower torso dragging along the floor, legs kicking. She stretches slowly, claws popping from her fingers and toes, before setting herself down on the floor with her kicking meal under her being fed into her underside further from her weight.

She could feel a resistance and tightness around her hips; she had neglected to remove her underwear before surprise landing on her impromptu second course, and now this oversight was impeding her meal’s progress. Miso imagined the meals face still pressed into the now taut seat of her undies while up inside her clenching and undulating bowels.

The cat applied more pressure to the writhing figure half sticking out of her, feeling them rather than seeing them past her extended mid-section. Miso’s only view of her meal was their squirming lower legs, the rest of her view taken up by her white furred bulge-struggling stomach, the squirms causing her breasts to be moved and bounced up and down in her rolled up shirt like a massage. She clasps and kneads a breast for a second, enjoying the moment, her light purring lost under her stomachs hungry rumbling and the clattering of her new meals shoes on the floor.

Miso reaches under her hefting stomach as her tail flicks, a claw runs through the fabric of the burglar’s inner thigh, causing them panic and to renew their squirming. Miso purrs louder and moves her hips rhythmically against the sensation, moving her hand up further up her latest toy-meal’s inner thigh for more movement while pitting her entire weight against them until something gives.

Miso, already at the height of pleasure is driven over the edge as her now stretched, frayed and abused underwear finally gives, the tightness around her hips traded for sudden expansion as her meal is crammed up further inside no longer impeded. Miso’s pleasure runs down her underside and onto the doomed burglar’s ankles, running down their feet into their shoes, only serving to help them slip out of them and into Miso’s behind without any effort, the only evidence of their existence now being their discarded, stained shoes and the large writhing addition on Miso’s lower stomach.

Miso moves to her knees, leaning forward and supporting her new-found weight on the carpet under her, her elbows on the seat of the sofa she hadn’t yet moved. Miso closes her eyes, concentrating on the squirms so deliciously close to her nether, her tail up, pulling her skirt upwards for the world to see her bend over rear, which sways left and right along with her tail and she gently grinds on her stuffed struggling lower gut.

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Miso stays like this for a while under her ear flicks. “Stormy.” She says levelly without opening her eyes. There’s a small intake of breath behind her. “You have been there for a few minutes; I could hear you and smell the food you brought me from down the street.”

“A-ah hi Miso... I brought some extra as I thought we could hang out or something but it looks like you already ate and...” Stormy breaks off blushing at the sight as well as the thought.

“And?”

“And... er... enjoyed yourself.”

Miso wriggles her upturned rear in a small seductive roll as she yawns, stretching her arms out at the back cushions of the sofa and clawing them absentmindedly as she presses her double-meal filled stomach against the front of the sofa.

“Mmm... yes I did.” Her tail flicks playfully, shifting her skirt up even further as she licks at her wrist, “I am still hungry for more. Bring the food.”

“A-aren’t you going to get up so you can sit down properly? I could move a table and-“

“Set it down next to me on your knees.” Miso interrupts with her always level, light, vaguely sweet voice.
“Butt-um but...!” Stormy stammers, trying not to look at Miso in such a compromising position, but finding it very difficult not to peer at her in the darkness; her squirming meals squished practically between her thighs and her tail up high, showing off her goods.

Miso doesn’t answer but her tail stops moving, giving Stormy a clear message that her will should be done. Stormy feels intimidated and remembers the promise they’d made; he’d do what Miso says when they’re together and she wouldn’t “take too much of an interest” in his friends.

Stormy dutifully gets down behind Miso’s resuming-to-wave tail and leans forward to set down the take-out dinner for two he’d brought with him next to her. Miso’s tail moves to brush against Stormy’s face and she suddenly arches her back up and pushes off from the sofa, moving backwards and her still wet nether regions pressing against Stormy’s face as her weight crashes onto him.

Stormy is knocked onto his back with Miso straddling his long snout, now lost inside her sex. He tries to squirm in confusion in this new darkness but Miso’s combined weight with her two struggling gurgling meals pressing down on Stormy down to his legs prevent him from moving much at all.

The stuffed feline leans forward on Stormy’s face to retrieve the greasy bag of take-out he had brought them before leaning back, taking more of his head inside her ravenous cavern. Miso starts to eat the hamburger meat without touching buns, her stomach squirming ever more frantically along with fainter voices and louder churning as she savoured her newest food and rocked backwards and forwards on her returning toy.

Her struggling stomach on top of Stormy’s body was doing things to him too soon he was squirming in unwanted pleasure under Miso. This in turn made Miso grind and squirm up and down on Stormy’s head, wetting it with her pleasure and allowing him to be slowly slipped inside her without much effort despite his muffled objections and asking to at least have some of the food first.

With her latest meal mingling and decorating the head of with her first and her sexual hunger sated for now, Miso gets to her feet, easily carrying the struggling meals in three different places easily.

Miso pads upstairs in such of a bathroom almost silently, only her stomach gurgling and bumping against the next 3 stairs in front being the only sound, her tail aiding to take her skirt down to leave it on the stairs then moving on high to counterbalance her huge combined middle.

Miso finds what she was hoping for; a large hot tub in which to settle down and let her meals settle and digest. She turns on the water as hot as it will go. As she waits, Miso walks into the previous occupant’s bedroom in search of clothes and strokes her stomach, fiddling with her navel and she holds her stomach close to help bathe her occupants in her juices.

Over the running bath down the hall, Miso’s ear twitches, she heard someone else enter the house. She spies a convenient shrink ray on the bedside table; sold commercially to be used by lovers of the same size so they can explore each other in greater detail.

A young man’s voice calls from down the stairs, “Shelly? You okay? Your door was open. You there?”

Miso walks out onto the landing where the young man is standing, her body mostly turned away to not present her thrashing stomach and with her tail still up to counter balance as well as distract. She walks across his line of vision from down the stairs, second-hand light from the window lighting up her white-furred figure from behind as she starts taking off her top until she disappears from view.

“Yes, come up.”

The young man wasn’t sure what to make of this but there was a naked pretty chick in the house that seemed to want... to desire... his company, surely he’d get further with her in a single night than Shelly, who he’d been working on for a few months since she moved here.

He tries to climb the stairs tentatively and keep the desperation and expectation out of his steps but they were drowned out by a running facet upstairs and a... gurgling sink?

Miso shoots the man as soon as he reaches the landing with the gun then holds him down with a foot to get a look at him over her writhing stomach.

He’d do.

Miso picks up and holds her new captive against her stomach, pressing him into her warm furry navel, his minute squirms the icing on the various struggles and movements within her body. She carries her various meals, captive and shrink gun towards the bathroom kicking her discarded shirt out of the way before entering the room and closing the door but not locking it.

She turns off the powerful hot faucet and leaves the gun on the toilet near her in case someone else barged in and wanted to be part of her small party.

Miso lowers herself into the bath one handed, near-boiling water cascading onto the floor with a splash from the sheer volume of her growling gut, even more so pushed out onto the floor from the renewed struggling her of meals being super-heated even further than her body.

Miso sits in the bath, her stomach an island in the steaming water, she releases her captive against her stomach and he finds himself on her personal island. The moon was out and cast a beam through a sky light onto the dark bathroom, illuminating the bulging stomach and the rippling water, the light reflecting off of Miso’s wide, bright yellow eyes as she peers down at her newest interest.

Her eyes gently close as she leans back in the bath, dozing with her neck in a built-in protective holder to stop people from drowning if they fall asleep, it felt like all of her blood was traveling to her stomach and nether regions to take full advantage of the almost searing heat and get some real work done.

The young man tries to get his bearing but mostly is trying to stay dry on the volatile island Miso, it’s grumbling, churning and struggles making it a constantly moving warm mass, one that seemed to be sinking more and more into the horribly hot water around it, the water reverberating the noises of her stomach hard at work.

He considers trying to jump to Miso’s near exposed breasts to try and climb his way up and out of the bath but as he’s ogling at his only possible escape route he notices a sudden yellow colour above him. Miso was staring at him.
She yawns, her mouth opening like a gaping chasm, the man now terrified he’d add to her gluttony but she closes her mouth on finishing her yawn and lifts a leg out and around her stomach... was she going to get out of the bath already?

Miso picks the man up and shifts her sitting position as if... making room between her legs. He is suddenly plunged into the hot water. He tries not to breathe in the water but finds himself being moved through the water by her hand and between her legs. It’s somehow hotter than the water but it has musky air to breath so it was somewhat of an improvement.


Miso shifts with her hand under her along with the arm around her now more mushy mid-section as she plays with her personal bath play toy, moving her hips to and fro against the welcome intrusion inside her where Stormy had not too long ago stopped struggling.

As the shallow pumping become much faster and deeper, the young man is hit with a flood of clear liquid as it pours past him and into the bath, circulating with the water as Miso’s lower stomach shrinks somewhat.

Miso’s latest climax had pushed out what was mostly left of Stormy and had made room for her new toy, whose time being small was at an end; the shrink ray wore off and her stomach grew to be even larger than it was before, the pressure of her nether toy mushing the other meals inside her into a more easily absorbed state.

The young man, lost in the warm tight undulating darkness, ears full of moving water, gurgles and deep purring, feels something hard inside his now small stretch air cave. He pushes it out and away with his feet, desperate for any room he could get, Miso’s previous meals on top of him.

Miso starts to writhe and wriggle as the object is pushed out of her, an unexpected, pleasurable bonus. The object dislodges from Miso’s nether regions and is stuck under her stomach for a while until floating up to the surface next to her.

She’s seen this object countless times; Stormy’s core. She could digest him in any way and as long as this object was still intact she could bring him back to play with him again, she found it very fun, and toys don’t usually have much staying power.

Miso curls up in the tub as well as she can with her knees up and places the core between her breasts and stomach before reaching over to the take out bag she’d brought with her earlier and putting the meat-less buns against the core, watching it slowly produce red slime of Stormy’s colour to take in the food and start to make a new body for him. It wasn’t much food so he’d be quite small and helpless. Miso closed her eyes and thought about what fun she could have with a micro Stormy as her stomach groans and gurgles her meals away in the hot bath.
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Story contains implied oral vore, anal vore, unbirth, implied digestion and ub digestion

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